Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.

 

Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



links

decay & ruin
Biosphere II
Chernobyl
dead malls
Detroit
Irving housing

got that wrong
Paleofuture.com

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

fun social media stuff


Like asecular.com
(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   plastic glue
Monday, July 5 1999
I had the day off from work because of the whole extended July 4th weekend phenomenon (though I'm sure my sweatmasters would have been delighted had I decided to go to work anyway). Kim had classes in the morning and work in the evening, so I had much of the day completely to myself. I walked downtown in the middle of the day to do a little shopping. Most of the stores were closed, though the restaurants were jammed with hungover breakfast patrons. Both the Rite Aid and the hardware store were open, so I bought some much-needed tools as well as some plastic modeling glue, hoping to be able to use it to fix my laptop, which, as you recall, Kim fucked up yesterday in a fit of rage.
There was, by the way, one thing gained from Kim's flinging my laptop against the floor. It caused the thing to pop open in such a way as to reveal parts that I had hitherto found impossible to access. So I was, for example, able to unhook the backlighting light to find out what a laptop display looks like with absolutely no backlight. I'd had in my mind that if I could see anything at all on the display with no backlight, then I could wire in a switch and opt to turn that part off in certain situations to save power. But it turns out that a laptop's display is absolutely void unless the backlight is working. Its LCD display apparently doesn't work on quite the same principle as a conventional calculator's LCD display.

Like most couples, Kim and I have plenty of dull cooking knives. I'm not especially handy around the kitchen, but I have a certain Cro Magnon facility with tools. Tonight we had a slight dull knife crisis, and with nothing else to sharpen the knife, I used a Cervesa Sol beer bottle as a sharpening stone. I was working under the principle that glass, even smooth glass, is hard enough to serve as a honing surface. (My Dad uses an old broken drinking glass of a certain size to sharpen his razor blades.) It took awhile, but I am here to report that the beer bottle technique worked just fine.

For linking purposes this article's URL is:
http://asecular.com/blog.php?990705

feedback
previous | next